บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Fantasies: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

KIRA DAVIDSONHe bends me over his desk, his large, warm hand disappearing up my skirt. Shivers run down my spine as he trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh.“You are late,” he grumbles, but the movement of his fingers tells me he is far from pissed about my tardiness, and all too pleased to punish me. I clench my thighs, a vain attempt to quell the throbbing between my legs as I anticipate whatever he has in store for me.I shut my diary and take a peek around, making sure no one saw me scribble that insane entry into my diary, even though my cubicle is right outside the CEO’s office, and I’m early. No one would come here unannounced.Still, the fact that I’m not writing and instead goofing off while scribbling fantasies about my new boss—hot new boss—is unnerving. If I get caught, my job is gone. Between losing everything I worked hard for and all the trouble it took to become Rhys Redmond’s assistant, I have about fifty dollars to my name.Cyrus won’t let me work night shif

I've made up my mind by the time my workday ends. I can't investigate Rhys Redmond without putting myself at risk, but my limited knowledge offers some clues. Rhys must be under pressure from his family to get married, but the man would rather mail a bride than find love like a normal person. He plans to use me to calm his family down, so why can’t I do the same?I know of the secret forces Mr. Redmond is affiliated with. They are the very reason I chose to work for him—no one will ever lay a hand on me on his turf. I can be the fake fiancée he wants me to be, and in exchange, I will get his protection. At the end of the arrangement, we will separate amicably, and I can continue working for him. If not, I will ask him to get me to a safer place.I’m so lost in my fantasy of things that are less likely to happen than a blizzard in summer that I don’t notice my broken window until I’m sitting on the couch.There’s a rock the size of a golf ball in the middle of the house, probably throw

RHYS"So her credentials are fake.""Everything about her is fake. I doubt her name is Kira Davidson."Just like I thought. My lips twitch. I would like to stop by her desk and ask her who she stole the name Kira Davidson from, but that would be reckless. If she is a spy, as I assume, she is not working on her own. I should use her to lure out the mastermind.Thinking about it, making Kira my fiancée would have been the perfect chance. I would make her live here under my roof and monitor everything she does. Her phone calls and mail would be under surveillance without her knowledge. It would take at most a week to discover everything, and I wouldn’t even need Shane.Instead, I snuff the thought out and tell Shane, "Keep digging. I want answers by the end of the week."He gasps like I have uttered profanity. "It took over a week to find out her background is fake, and now you’re giving me only two days to uncover everything else? That’s too little!""Then get to it before time runs out

Since he already knows, I figure there’s no need to play dumb. "Yes." The answer doesn’t displease him. On the contrary, he smirks. "Loosen my tie." I do as I’m told, all too aware of what it seems like for my hair to be bunched in his fist like that. No one told me to unbutton his shirt, but I do, revealing a sliver of skin with each button. On the fourth, Rhys grabs my hand. "What will I do with you, my naughty Kira?" The rasp of his voice makes me tremble—not in fear. What I’m feeling is perhaps the strongest surge of pleasure I’ve ever felt. Rhys grabs my shirt on both sides and yanks it open, sending buttons flying.The sound of my phone ringing pulls me out of my thoughts, and I realize all this time, I’ve been touching myself.I have scribbled countless diary entries with Rhys Redmond at the center of them, but never have I touched myself thinking about him. I’m caught between embarrassment and excitement. On one hand, this isn’t right. I should be ashamed of myself for th

I look over my shoulder, taking a step forward at the same time. "Cheesecake and those cheesy comic books you’re obsessed with? Got it. I will bring them when I visit again."I know that’s not what he is referring to, but he wants something I cannot offer. That phase of my life is supposed to be over; I cannot involve myself with anyone affiliated with the Bratva if I still want to be alive.I feel ashamed, especially considering how much Kristof has helped me over the last two years, but it’s better to nip it in the bud. I turn. "By the way, someone at work asked me out."A flash of hurt crosses his eyes for a split second, but he masks it with a smile. "Oh, Melissa finally made her move. Took her long enough—but I didn’t know you were into women.""I’m not." I frown. "How did you know it's her? Have you been following me?""How else would I protect you?" He knocks my head with the back of his knuckle. "I have to make sure everyone who gets close to you has nothing to do with Grisha.